Transformation
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Richard Secourt watched his television screen raptly, half in awe and half in amusement. Bouncing across the screen was an amazingly awesome blonde beauty with the biggest set of tits he had ever seen. She was wearing a one-piece red swimsuit and running down the beach, and those immense jugs bounced up, down, and sideways. How she avoided putting an eye out was beyond him.
It was then that the back door slammed, and a feminine roar bellowed out, “You bastard! Where were you?”
Richard came out of his trance and looked up from the television wildly. “Oh, shit!” he muttered to himself. He had completely forgotten that he had to pick up his wife, Wendy, from the tennis club she had been at. Her car had broken down and a friend had given her a lift, but he had promised to meet her and bring her home. Glancing at the clock on the wall above the TV, he saw that it was almost two hours late! He had, in fact, been on the way out when the HBO channel that he had been watching announced the afternoon feature, which seemed to be along the lines of ‘Beach Bimbos In Lust.” He had watched for a second, then the second dragged into minutes, and he completely forgot Wendy. Grabbing a beer from the fridge, he settled back to watch the Saturday afternoon soft porn.
He barely had time to stand up when Wendy burst into the living room. She had a full head of steam and was roaring down the track. “You BASTARD! You were supposed to pick me up two hours ago! Where the hell have you been?” As Richard began gurgling out an apoplectic response, Wendy turned slightly and noticed the television set. The set now showed a pair of bimbos walking across the beach in minuscule bikinis. Whirling to face her husband, her face red and enraged, she screamed, “You goddamned son of a bitch!” and swung a fist at him.
Sputtering an apology, Richard blocked Wendy’s first arm, but was caught off guard when she threw a second punch. Thrown off balance, he felt himself falling against the couch. He reached out and grabbed Wendy’s arm, pulling her with him, and the pair twisted and fell onto the sofa heavily. Richard found himself laying atop his wife, who was face down on the cushions and screaming at him incoherently.
He liked the view. Wendy was still in her tennis outfit, a white cotton top and a sports bra, and loose white shorts that he could see her thin bikini panties through. He smiled at the sight of the shorts pulled taut against her ass, and idly reached out a hand to caress it. Wendy Secourt was a fine-looking woman, slim with a trim build and perky tits, a deliciously shaped ass, and the most perfect legs her husband had ever seen. Now, as he glanced down at his wife’s posterior, he wondered to himself why he would think they were having a problem, and why he was starting to sniff around that little secretary at work. This was just fine...
“You bastard! What the hell do you think you’re doing now? Take your hands off me you son of a bitch! Get off me and let me up!” Wendy yelled at him, breaking his concentration on her butt, struggling beneath him. “Get up!”
Something inside Richard snapped. He could feel it breaking, along with his patience and forbearance. He had never hit a woman in his life, had never been tempted to, and had been disgusted by men who proved their masculinity by beating their wives and girlfriends. Now, a hint of their rage came to him, and he enjoyed it. Bringing his hand down hard on the taut cloth, he gave his wife a resounding SMACK, and said, “Bitch! I’ll damn well get up when I feel like it!” Spanking her a second time, he delighted in the way her asscheeks shook and yelled back at her, “You’re my wife, and if I want to touch your ass, I damned well will!”
Wendy could not believe the change which had come over her husband. Richard was the gentlest man in the world. Too gentle, in truth, since she had recently begun an affair with a man from her office who was more ... forceful. He made her do things that Richard never asked for, and she craved the attention. Pushing up against the cushions, she fought back against Richard, and was astonished when a third SMACK rang out, a hard slap on her ass that pushed her back down.
“I said to knock it off!” he roared. Wendy sank down into the cushions, half in fear, and Richard looked down upon her pleasantly. This was much better, he thought to himself, watching her move as she breathed hard, her buttocks glowing pinkly through the thin white cotton shorts. Realizing that he had a raging hardon, he knew the best way to take care of it. Grasping the waistband of Wendy’s shorts, he pulled them down, then repeated the process with her panties.
“You bastard! Take your hands off me! If you think that I would let you...”
“SHUT UP!” he roared. He fumbled his own pants open and pushed them down far enough so that his cock sprang into the open. Wendy continued to struggle beneath him, trying to push him away, but Richard wanted it all. Moving over her completely, he pushed her legs apart and then shoved his cock inside her from behind. Bucking against his wife, he pushed inside her until he was completely in, then surveyed his situation with a massive smile.
Wendy gasped at the unwanted and forceful intrusion. Her pussy devoured the cock eagerly, throbbing and spasming around it, as her breath became ragged. She sighed as Richard began fucking her fiercely. This was undoubtedly her favorite way to screw, and the cock rampaging through her cunt was driving her nuts! Even as she rebelled at her rape, she bucked back against her husband, urging him on.
Richard Secourt began moaning and groaning as he fucked his wife’s cunt. ‘She must really have wanted it!’ he thought to himself, noting that her pussy had been soaking wet when he entered it. She must have creamed her panties right there on the couch! He slammed into his wife, fucking her madly, while she moaned quietly. Finally, it was too much. Arching his back, he thrust his cock into her as deep as he could; grunting loudly, his cock sprayed her pussy with his hot cum.
Richard collapsed on his wife’s back, breathing heavily, and moved slightly to one side, pulling his cock from her pussy. It slid out with an audible PLOP, and their cum began seeping out of her gaping cunt. “That was pretty good, hun,” he commented. He looked down at his wife’s ass, noticing pleasurably that his cock was still half stiff. Maybe a second bout would develop.
“You bastard!” she shrieked. “You raped me!” She began struggling out from under him.
“Rape! That was the most cooperative rape I’ve ever heard of!” he said in disbelief. “Are you telling me that you didn’t enjoy that?”
Wendy continued struggling in her husband’s grasp. How dare he? “You son of a bitch! No, of course not. A real man doesn’t have to rape a woman. Now get up and leave me alone!”
Richard stared down at the woman he had just screwed, and his anger reached the boiling point. Trapping her under him, he brought down his free hand, hard! SMACK! SMACK! “You bitch!” he roared. SMACK! “How dare you?” SMACK! “You liked it just fine and you know it.” SMACK! “You came, I felt it!” SMACK! SMACK! “You horny bitch, you wanted it!” SMACK!
Wendy cried in agony as Richard beat her bottom until it glowed hot and red. She was crying, sobbing from the pain even as her pussy went on overload, flooding her thighs and the cushions of the couch with her cum. Even as she complained, she knew, deep inside, that she was cumming like she had never cum before! When Richard positioned himself behind her for a second fuck, her body betrayed her, spreading her legs as wide as possible and thrusting back as he thrust inside her.
“Hump it, you bitch!” Richard cried, settling in for one of the best fucks he had ever had.
Wendy humped back at him greedily, moaning and crying out as she came wildly. Her bottom tingled as her husband bucked against it, the pain subsumed by the incredible desire she had to fuck. She was in the midst of her second Big O when she felt Richard collapse, his hips twitching as he shot off inside her a second time. Amazingly, his cock stayed stiff, and her grasping pussy began working at it.
“You liked that, huh, bitch?” taunted Richard cruelly. “You want me to fuck you like that, don’t you!” His hands slid up under her, pushing her tennis outfit and sports bra up above her aching tits. He reached up and grabbed her wrists, pushing them effortlessly under her and down to her sodden cunt. As soon as they were they, her fingers began working her frenzied clit. Richard reached around her to cup her tits, pinching her little nipples cruelly. Leaning down so that his lips were at her ear, he whispered, “Now, bitch, make me cum, now!”
Wendy began fucking a third time, lost in a haze of lust. Richard hammered her from the rear, grunting and groaning with the effort. Wendy lost track of the number of times she came. By the time Richard shot his third load into her overflowing pussy, they were both sweaty and bedraggled. Richard collapsed and slipped down beside her on the couch, to look at his wife and smile.
Wendy smiled as well. “You’re forgiven,” she announced.
Richard was too tired to spank her for that.
Richard smiled as he looked at the other end of the couch. It was massively stained with his and his wife’s mixed juices from the incredible fuck session of the day before. Neither of them had done anything like that before. It was so out of character as to be incomprehensible, but it was also the best sex he had ever had in his life! He and Wendy had never screwed like that before, even on their honeymoon two years before. Why the hell he had thought she was dead in the sack, and he needed to chase skirts elsewhere, was beyond him.
Even last night had been better than average. While he had napped on the couch half-naked, Wendy had slipped into the bathroom and not simply showered but taken a bubble bath. She had shaved her legs and trimmed her pussy hair, primped and preened, then had donned a silky little peignoir and heels. She had worn that the rest of the day, even cooking supper dressed in the transparent nightie, a ghostly smile constantly on her face. That night, Richard had eagerly joined his wife in bed, rather than watch a late movie, and the pair of them had made love, Wendy wrapping her arms and legs around her husband, whimpering as he slowly moved against her.
Richard woke the next morning when Wendy left for church. A less than religious man, he only went at Christmas and Easter, but his wife went every week. It boggled his mind that she found nothing incompatible with being a devout Catholic and fucking like a bunny and using the Pill. He had gotten up as she left the house, showered and shaved, and made himself breakfast. He put on a pair of shorts and a short-sleeved shirt, then sat down to watch the Sunday morning news shows. His mind was half on the latest crisis-of-the-week, and half on the incredible sex that he and Wendy had gotten into the day before. If they could only keep going like that...
When Wendy came home and her husband saw how she was dressed, something snapped inside him, and he knew what to do. She was dressed in a very nice, very conservative, navy-blue suit, with a knee-length skirt, long sleeved jacket, a frilly white and completely opaque blouse, and low-heeled shoes. Just what a God-fearing woman wore to church. He knew she would change, probably into jeans and a sweatshirt.
Wendy approached her husband on the way through the living room to their bedroom, stopping by his side to bend down and kiss him. When she stood up, he put out a hand, to hold her leg and keep her in place. “Go put on a short skirt, and a blouse, and those high heeled sandals I like,” he ordered, then let her escape.
Wendy was stupefied as she moved away from Richard and down the hallway to their bedroom. He had never treated her like this before, like nothing but a sex toy. He was a loving and caring husband and would probably become a wonderful father. They had talked about having children, and she had wondered if that might help their marriage out. The spark had gone out, or had it? Why, he was treating her just like Bill!
As Wendy stripped her clothing off, she wondered just what it was about Bill Sears that got her pussy so wet. She had known him for almost a year, since he had transferred into the office, but nothing had happened until about a month ago. They had been away, in Chicago, at a conference, when he had invited her to the hotel bar for a few drinks. She had downed more than she should have and had then agreed to go back to his room for a nightcap. Wendy had known that she was playing a dangerous game, but it seemed so harmless and exciting.
It was the most surprising thing when Bill unlocked the door to his room and ushered her in. He poured her a drink from a bottle on the dresser, then smiled and said, “Get undressed.” She had goggled at the crudity, knowing this was adultery, but had undressed anyway. They had fucked nonstop till the next morning.
Now her own husband was treating her that way, and she felt the same heat between her legs that Bill generated. They had gotten together a handful of times since, nooners at lunch or taking a few hours off early, and Bill’s orders were the same - get undressed and do what she was told.
Wendy slipped out of the suit, hanging it up, and pulled a shorter skirt off a hanger. She pulled it on, then slipped into a pair of high-heeled pumps. They weren’t the sandals Richard wanted, but she was sure they would do. She walked back out into the living room. Maybe she was mistaken, and Richard was taking her out to lunch.
Her husband took one look at her, and the look of disgust on her face convinced her she was wrong. “Jesus, can’t you get anything right? I said a blouse, short skirt, and sandals. Did I say anything about a bra?”
Wendy simply shook her head, ‘No.’
Richard continued on in the same vein. Pulling her to him, he lifted her skirt awkwardly, to see that she still wore her panties and pantyhose. “Did I say anything about panties and hose? Didn’t I say a short skirt? Didn’t I say your high-heeled sandals?” At each question Wendy answered mutely, afraid to anger her husband even as her pussy started churning juice, soaking her panties.
She stepped back slightly. “How short a skirt did you want me to wear?” she asked. She knew it was an idiot question even as it passed her lips.
“Start pulling it up and I’ll say when,” replied Richard.
Wendy grasped the fabric and began pulling it up her thighs, bunching the fabric in her sweaty hands nervously.
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